Thoughts Lyrics

When I thought niggas really had my back, I was ridin' till a nigga had a flat

If bro had the strap, gimme that

You ain't even gotta blow it, you ain't leavin' with a scratch

Remember days when we linked, used to match

.8, .8, and we lit it with a match

You get left, I ain't doublin' back

Don't remember you there when I fell through the cracks

And nowadays, I ain't fuckin' with niggas

Left in the past, where a couple of niggas at

And I ain't finna bluff with you niggas, get put in the air with the smoke, where your niggas at

And I know you spoke, I ain't feelin' that, fuck what you say, if I say, then we spinnin

If I blow, will it make me a villain?, Wonder why hoes want a hand for a living

Wish you could see through my eyes, see all the fraud and the snake and the friends in

disguise

Tired of hearin' the lies, thought you would keep with the band, but that's 1.99

Ask if I trust, I say nah

I get my hopes up for you, then I'm gettin' let down

I ain't feel love in a while, at least when I thought it was love in them times, I was proud

Fake it to make it, why they just can't keep it real, swear I need to stop fuckin' with basics

Goin' through phases, they used to ask what's the deal with me, I was just makin' arrangements

Secured and I'm sanctioned, ain't have a candle with me, it was dark, I was all in the basement

A fuckin' replacement, please do not tempt me, I got it, your head gonna need a new placement

Ahead but ain't racin', huh, give him a shell, watch him take it, huh

Hand him a hollow, he vacant, huh

Headshot, ain't aimin' for Asics

Can't be you, I been me, cause you niggas shape shift

Off the gorilla, be zooted, go ape shit

I got a shot, I'ma take it

I'm from where out, where a nigga don't make it

All this shit on my mind, sometimes I wonder and stare at the sky

See through it all, but I act like I'm blind

How you got yours, but you want some of mine

I make a call and them shells gon' go flyin', mind of a peasant, the face of a dime

I cannot love her and she can't tell why

I break her heart, I be makin' her cry, damn, fuck it

I hit that block and spin back like it's nothin

They wanna do what I do like a puppet

As for the 22, I gotta tuck it

Boy where we runnin' to, I don't miss nothin'

Fuck what they doin', I be on my grind

Bitches pursuin', they wastin' my time

Ask how I'm doin', I tell them I'm fine

Know that we shootin', you crossin' that line